Bryce looked at his mom, “I’m sick of talking to this old coot. Hit me with another present.”
She tossed him one, hard. It hit him in the chest. He mock glared at his mom. “You said hit me,” she smiled.
-Bryce and Amy
He kissed my cheek. “Don’t worry I’m far from perfect. Ask my mom. I can never remember to put the toilet seat down,” he grinned.
-Caeden
Gram chose that moment to walk by my room. I heard her footsteps pause and then she spoke. “If you two keep that up I’ll be a great-grandma. You best stop that now.”
-Gram
She tapped her foot. “Sometimes I swear you’re your father except with lady parts. You act exactly like him!”
-Gram to Sophie
Oh my, Bryce Elliot Williams! Change back right this instance! You’re going to ruin the floors!”
-Amy
Hand me a picnic basket and call me Red Riding Hood. After all I was about to go meet the big bad wolf.
-Sophie
Bryce burst out in laughter. He eyed Travis with a smirk. “Hasn’t your dad ever told you not to mess with an Alpha. You will get burned. Or I guess in this case, punched.”
A ruler slapped down on Bryce’s desk making him and everyone else jump. Bryce growled. What was with all this male growling?
The bell over the door dinged signaling a customer.
Caeden groaned. “And just when I was going to have my wicked way with you.”
-Caeden
He smiled. “Things are so much easier when you see it my way.”
-Caeden
He pulled away from me and held his hands in the air like he was weighing something. “Keep Sophie safe or let Sophie die. Hmm. I think keep Sophie safe is winning. So, bite me.”
-Caeden
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